Sherlock weighed the pipe in his hands, slapping it lightly against his palm and getting a good feel for the weapon that could potentially save his life. Not very much trust went into that, exactly. But... He sighed and gripped onto that little piece of piping, ready to do whatever he could and he stepped out of the room, head held high, prepared to smack the living hell out of those undead things and then ---
Oh.
The large Winchester was here. Well. As opportune as this moment seemed to be... "You." He said with a narrow of his brows and a tight lipped frown. "Sam, we need to talk, once this is-" He glared off to the side, catching a glance of an approaching zombie and how dare one of these undead monsters try to interrupt his discussion. He scowled and held more forcefully onto the pipe, looking back up to Sam. "You're not going to beat up John, all right? End of problem."
At that being said, he charged at the approaching monster, smashing the PVC through its skull and holding his mouth shut tight as he watched the zombie crumple beneath the weapon and onto the ground in such a great, bloody pile. Well.
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Oh.
The large Winchester was here. Well. As opportune as this moment seemed to be... "You." He said with a narrow of his brows and a tight lipped frown. "Sam, we need to talk, once this is-" He glared off to the side, catching a glance of an approaching zombie and how dare one of these undead monsters try to interrupt his discussion. He scowled and held more forcefully onto the pipe, looking back up to Sam. "You're not going to beat up John, all right? End of problem."
At that being said, he charged at the approaching monster, smashing the PVC through its skull and holding his mouth shut tight as he watched the zombie crumple beneath the weapon and onto the ground in such a great, bloody pile. Well.